Douluo Dragon King: Martial Soul Bow, I pierce the abyss with a single arrow!

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The primary forging room is small, but it has everything you need. Forging tables, quenching tanks, and forging hammers of various sizes are all available.

Cang Heng was, after all, a titled Douluo. Although he didn't specialize in forging, he still had some basic common sense.

He pointed to a fist-sized piece of pig iron on the forging table and gave Lu Ze a brief explanation.

"See this? This is the iron block used for the assessment. What you need to do is use your soul power to drive the hammer and knock out the impurities inside. The cleaner it is, the higher the quality of the metal; this is called purification. Understand?"

Lu Ze nodded, but inwardly he was complaining.

It is truly as good as hearing your words.

Without saying much, he walked straight to the forging table and picked up the most suitable small forging hammer.

The hammer was slightly heavy, but Lu Ze had trained since childhood, and with his martial spirit, he could still lift it relatively easily.

The cold touch of the forging hammer spread along the lines of my palm.

Lu Ze did not rush to make a move, but instead closed his eyes.

He didn't think about purification or forging. What surfaced in his mind was the moment in his past life on the shooting range when he drew the bowstring.

Mind, spirit, will, and strength must be united.

The whole world fell silent, leaving only himself, the bow, and the bullseye in the distance.

Now, the hammer in my hand is the arrow, and the bullseye is this piece of pig iron.

Nock the arrow, draw the bow!

Raise the hammer, and bring it down!

hum~

A faint, almost invisible golden light quietly emanated from Lu Ze's body, enveloping his entire being.

The air in the room seemed to freeze slightly as a result.

Cang Heng, who was standing to the side, originally wanted to give some more pointers, but seeing Lu Ze's current state, he swallowed his words back.

This kid... his aura is off!

At that moment, Lu Ze moved.

He opened his eyes, pressed his left hand against the piece of raw iron, and the innate full soul power within his body surged out along his arm and poured into it.

Holding the hammer in his right hand, without any fancy movements, he simply raised it and then brought it down!

when!

A clear and extremely resonant sound exploded in the forging room!

The sound was crisp and melodious, with a strange rhythm. It didn't sound like the dull thud of a hammer hitting pig iron at all, but rather like a bell being gently struck.

Cang Heng was stunned.

He wasn't a blacksmith, but he wasn't stupid either. Lu Ze had actually entered a state of super focus in an instant?

This is a promising talent for forging!

At this moment, Lu Ze knew nothing, he just kept raising and smashing the hammer!

when!when!when!

The rhythmic tapping sounds rang out continuously.

Cang Heng was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the small figure, his mouth agape.

This... this is his first time forging? You're kidding me! That skillful technique, that perfect rhythm, that mysterious sense of rhythm, I'd believe you if you told me he was a level three blacksmith!

...

Meanwhile, in the lecture hall on the third floor.

A middle-aged man with a stern face and a thin build finished today's lesson and walked out of the lecture hall amidst the respectful bows of his students.

On his chest, he wore a gold-plated badge with silver stars—exactly eight stars.

He is none other than Mu Chen, the president of the East Sea City Blacksmith Association and an eight-star master craftsman.

"President."

The receptionist was already waiting there. She quickly stepped forward and whispered her report.

"The Cangheng Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda has arrived. He says... he wants to bring his disciple to become your disciple."

"Cang Heng?" Mu Chen's face instantly darkened. "What's that old scoundrel doing here again?"

Mu Chen's impression of Cang Heng could be summed up in one word: stingy.

Two words: scoundrel.

Taking advantage of his title as a Douluo, he comes to the association to "beg for alms" every now and then, and you just can't beat him or drive him away.

Begging for alms Douluo~

"Become an apprentice? Trying to pull strings again..." Seeing the receptionist's troubled expression, Mu Chen shook his head. "Fine, I'll go take a look."

Then Mu Chen followed the receptionist to a low-level forging room and just pushed open the door.

When~

A strange hammering sound clearly entered his ears.

Mu Chen's steps suddenly stopped.

As a master craftsman who stands almost at the pinnacle of forging, his sensitivity to the sounds of forging far surpasses that of ordinary people.

This sound is incredibly spiritual! It's just the most basic purification, yet it possesses a unique rhythm.

when!when!when!

The hammering sounds came one after another, each one clearer and purer than the last.

But right in front of Mu Chen, the source of that sound was a six-year-old child, still banging on things!

This is a state of flow!

Mu Chen was suddenly startled!

How is this possible? A child can enter a state of flow so easily! This is the state that blacksmiths dream of, allowing them to unleash power far beyond their usual abilities!

A divinely forged body!

Not only that, Mu Chen continued watching and found that the boy's striking was also just right, raw yet skillful. If no one had taught him before, this was pure talent!

Mu Chen was unaware that Lu Ze was an archery athlete, whose concentration was undoubtedly top-notch.

Lu Ze viewed the forging of this new field from the perspective of a seasoned archer. He found it both novel and simple enough. Combined with his own excellent qualities, he was able to easily enter the flow state.

Of course, if we're talking about the tapping aspect, then that's entirely his doing.

...

"when--!"

Finally, the hammer fell!

On the forging table, a piece of pig iron that was originally the size of a fist has been transformed into a silvery-white metal block the size of a longan, radiating a lustrous sheen.

Purification successful!

The first forging yielded a first-class product!

Mu Chen stared intently at the child, then at the piece of refined metal, his breathing becoming heavy.

He trembled as he pointed a finger at Lu Ze, then turned to look at Cang Heng, who was equally dumbfounded, and roared as he asked.

"Who is this child?!"

Cang Heng finally snapped out of his shock. Seeing Mu Chen's discomfiture, he burst into laughter, all his previous frustration vanishing.

He stepped forward, puffed out his chest triumphantly, and pulled Lu Ze into his arms.

"How about my apprentice, Lu Ze, Old Mu? I brought him here specifically to be your apprentice!"

"Your apprentice?" Mu Chen was taken aback at first, then rushed to Lu Ze and pulled him over. "He's my apprentice now!"

Just as Mu Chen was about to snatch the person away, Cang Heng chuckled and stepped between the two.

"Hey, wait a minute, Old Mu. Taking on my precious apprentice isn't that simple."

He leaned close to Mu Chen's ear, lowered his voice, and spoke in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Alright, you can accept him as your disciple. As for those things you always complained about that I took from you, well... let's call it even, how about that?"

Mu Chen's cheek twitched violently.

He glanced at the exceptionally talented Lu Ze, then at Cang Heng, who was smiling like an old fox.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word.

"OK!"

Cang Heng was overjoyed. He had just taken in a top disciple and had his previous debts forgiven. He was thrilled!

Cang Heng: Hehe.

Mu Chen ignored him and turned to look at Lu Ze, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement and anticipation.

"Hahaha, Lu Ze, from now on, don't follow that old devil Cang Heng anymore. Just betray your sect! I'll find you a Super Douluo as your teacher!"

Lu Ze: Gu?

Cang Heng, level 94: No, hehe.